Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.